20 hours of partying
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Saturday was an actual birthday party, for snowwy. If I could remember what number he has after his username, I could maybe make that a link. Lots of Snowwy's relatives were there, as well as a bunch of furries. It was... an odd mixture. Although 'mixture' is a misnomer, and even 'emulsion' would be overstating the level of interaction.
It started out just watching movies -- the bizarre and incomprehensible 'Fear and Loathing', then 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, MST3K version' -- but eventually evolved into playing various games. Snowwolf kept referring to the process, later, as 'devolved into playing games and chatting', but in my opinion watching movies is the lowest form of social interaction.
I got in a game of Stoner Fluxx, which is even worse that standard Fluxxx, as it just involves adding extra cards to the deck, and cards refer to specific other cards, so the likelihood that any given card you have is useless approaches unity.
Then we played some Cosmic Encounter, which isn't as much fun as I expected, although it's decent. I won playing Healer and Philanthropist, and lost playing Zombie and... maybe one other race, or maybe not. How many games did we play? They all sort of blur together.
Afterwards we got to watch Snowwy play Mark of Kri for about an hour, then die, having forgotten to save. After which he explained details of the game in excruciating, er, detail, and made us watch some cut scenes.
Sometime during the night, Lazar and Kiefer, who'd been talking to each other in hushed tones about something that sounded awfully suspicious, vanished into the basement, and everyone giggled about what they were doing down there. So Darter snuck down to spy on them, and discovered that they were, in fact, just talking (which is what they said they'd be doing). Oh, well.
I ended up leaving at 1am, instead of the 6-7pm that I'd planned. I also ended up eating about two dozen radishes, and the same number of baby carrots. Urgh. Vegetable overload.
The next day was the Sunday gather at Crossroads, which I decided to go to despite having spent all Saturday doing basically the same thing. Checked out WotC for any sign of last minute bargains, but they seem tapped out of things I want.
When I was about to leave, I ran into Zir and Doc and... er... someone else playing what I thought was random pennywhistle noodling, and tried to impress them by playing 'Rainbow Connection'. But I kept missing notes or playing the wrong notes, and it just came out as random noodling. Then Zir mentioned that she was *supposed* to be getting a *lesson* -- oops! Sorry.
I went to Tasho's afterwards, lured by the promise of Carcasonne. Wow, Tasho plays with a lot of house rules. I can't say for sure how much they change the game, though, since I was too late to get in it (I was there before it started, but all the slots were full).
So I had to suffer through 'Versus', a japanese zombie movie or something, which Lex insisted everyone watch since it was the inspiration for his favortie comic book series. Most of us found it really long, boring, and incomprehensible. The worst part was that Lex left in the middle to go do something, and came back near the end, and asked us to summarize what he'd missed, and no one could. @.@
"Um, there was a bunch of random fighting, and some people that were friends with each other started killing each other for no apparent reason, then their boss showed up and they tried to kill him. Then the other guy who they're supposed to be chasing had a flashback, and now he has a sword instead of a gun. I think he might have died, or something, too. Oh, and these two people who have no relation to anyone else are driving around on a road or something."
That's about how I would have summarized it, except that I would have had to have been able to put it together quickly enough to say it, instead of working out what it was and typing it here in the comfort of my own home.
Eventually, the movie ended, and I was going to leave, but Darter had me pinned to the couch, trapped, although unlike the sitting upon I received at Snowwy's, I could breathe this time. So I sat there all through the next movie, too, then scurried off.
And now... I feel sick. Damn you, Shadarack. "Coughing means I'm not infectious!" indeed.
Saturday was an actual birthday party, for snowwy. If I could remember what number he has after his username, I could maybe make that a link. Lots of Snowwy's relatives were there, as well as a bunch of furries. It was... an odd mixture. Although 'mixture' is a misnomer, and even 'emulsion' would be overstating the level of interaction.
It started out just watching movies -- the bizarre and incomprehensible 'Fear and Loathing', then 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, MST3K version' -- but eventually evolved into playing various games. Snowwolf kept referring to the process, later, as 'devolved into playing games and chatting', but in my opinion watching movies is the lowest form of social interaction.
I got in a game of Stoner Fluxx, which is even worse that standard Fluxxx, as it just involves adding extra cards to the deck, and cards refer to specific other cards, so the likelihood that any given card you have is useless approaches unity.
Then we played some Cosmic Encounter, which isn't as much fun as I expected, although it's decent. I won playing Healer and Philanthropist, and lost playing Zombie and... maybe one other race, or maybe not. How many games did we play? They all sort of blur together.
Afterwards we got to watch Snowwy play Mark of Kri for about an hour, then die, having forgotten to save. After which he explained details of the game in excruciating, er, detail, and made us watch some cut scenes.
Sometime during the night, Lazar and Kiefer, who'd been talking to each other in hushed tones about something that sounded awfully suspicious, vanished into the basement, and everyone giggled about what they were doing down there. So Darter snuck down to spy on them, and discovered that they were, in fact, just talking (which is what they said they'd be doing). Oh, well.
I ended up leaving at 1am, instead of the 6-7pm that I'd planned. I also ended up eating about two dozen radishes, and the same number of baby carrots. Urgh. Vegetable overload.
The next day was the Sunday gather at Crossroads, which I decided to go to despite having spent all Saturday doing basically the same thing. Checked out WotC for any sign of last minute bargains, but they seem tapped out of things I want.
When I was about to leave, I ran into Zir and Doc and... er... someone else playing what I thought was random pennywhistle noodling, and tried to impress them by playing 'Rainbow Connection'. But I kept missing notes or playing the wrong notes, and it just came out as random noodling. Then Zir mentioned that she was *supposed* to be getting a *lesson* -- oops! Sorry.
I went to Tasho's afterwards, lured by the promise of Carcasonne. Wow, Tasho plays with a lot of house rules. I can't say for sure how much they change the game, though, since I was too late to get in it (I was there before it started, but all the slots were full).
So I had to suffer through 'Versus', a japanese zombie movie or something, which Lex insisted everyone watch since it was the inspiration for his favortie comic book series. Most of us found it really long, boring, and incomprehensible. The worst part was that Lex left in the middle to go do something, and came back near the end, and asked us to summarize what he'd missed, and no one could. @.@
"Um, there was a bunch of random fighting, and some people that were friends with each other started killing each other for no apparent reason, then their boss showed up and they tried to kill him. Then the other guy who they're supposed to be chasing had a flashback, and now he has a sword instead of a gun. I think he might have died, or something, too. Oh, and these two people who have no relation to anyone else are driving around on a road or something."
That's about how I would have summarized it, except that I would have had to have been able to put it together quickly enough to say it, instead of working out what it was and typing it here in the comfort of my own home.
Eventually, the movie ended, and I was going to leave, but Darter had me pinned to the couch, trapped, although unlike the sitting upon I received at Snowwy's, I could breathe this time. So I sat there all through the next movie, too, then scurried off.
And now... I feel sick. Damn you, Shadarack. "Coughing means I'm not infectious!" indeed.
